Druid’s Marvel Travels

After looking for a while, Oaks came to the western coastal industrial area of ​​Brooklyn.

There are densely packed ports, and there used to be prosperous factories and warehousing systems for shipping.

But now, under the government's environmental protection policy, these energy-intensive and high-polluting enterprises have either moved to the inland, or transformed or closed down.

The warehouse is okay and can be used for other purposes, but if the equipment is old, there are still many unattended factories.

Oaks looked at an old factory near the sea in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

The factory seems to have been abandoned for a long time, but the overall closed structure is still intact.

"Hi? Anyone?"

Next to the old security room sits an old, modified Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

"Ah, what's the matter?"

After a while, the door to the security room opened.

An old man in a neatly cleaned security uniform walked out of the door slowly.

Although his face was covered with wrinkles, he was quite energetic—

Especially his eyes, which seemed to be full of stories.

"You are very handsome."

Oaks couldn't help but exclaim, this old man should have been quite attractive when he was young.

"Young people are very discerning."

The old security guard looked at Oaks up and down, and a smile appeared on his face:

"It seems that you are not short of money. Did a boss finally take a fancy to this broken factory?"

He straightened his old waist and raised his head hard:

"Just find me directly, now I have the final say."

"Uh... I just want to rent it for a while. The place is big enough and it looks quite tossable."

Oaks touched his chin, not knowing what was going on, in front of this old man, he seemed to have a...

The feeling of being spied on?

"It's great that you can call the shots, if you agree, I can draw up a contract now--

If you want to demolish after renting, I can also arrange it for free. "

"this……"

The old security guard looked back at the factory that had been abandoned for a long time.

All the useful equipment here has been dismantled, except for a few battered haul trucks lying under the tattered hopper.

He smacked his lips and subconsciously said:

"Maybe it's not bad if it's demolished, but... Where will I live if it's demolished?"

"...Are you planning to retire here?"

Oaks couldn't help but glanced around the abandoned factory again. Although it was a sea view room, how could a small security room not be related to old age care?

"You still don't rest at your age, go home to drink coffee, read newspapers and listen to records?"

"Tsk...I think so, but I used to guard the cemetery for many years...the conditions are not as good as here."

The old security guard shrugged:

"I haven't been able to afford a house for so many years, and now the house price is so high, I can't afford to buy a coffin even if I lose it."

"..."

Oaks grinned, this old man has quite a lot of experience.

"Then you agreed to rent? It doesn't matter, if you don't have a place to go, you can continue to live here, or I can help you find a place?"

"Forget it, I'll still live here, I'm used to it."

The old security guard rubbed his chin with a sly smile on his face:

"The famous president of Rende Society, if you help to transform this place into a forest, you can use me to see God in this place."

"You can count well!"

Oaks smiled bitterly. This old man knows himself. You must know, what grade is a forest he built?

This old man can buy a house in Brooklyn by just charging a ticket to the rehabilitation center!

"Well...I can help you solve a problem that is bothering you."

The old security guard looked at Oaks, who shook his head helplessly, and there was no bright light flashing in his turbid eyes because of his age:

"Your brain has a problem!"

Oaks: "..."

Can this old thing talk!

but……

"I mean, you have a mental problem... the heaviness of your soul seems to overwhelm you a bit."

The old security guard's wrinkled old face, the smile became more and more mysterious, which made Oaks' eyes widen.

"Young man, I have experienced a lot of things, and some things, I can see more clearly... and also have some special experiences."

He took off the hat on his head, beckoned to Oaks, and motioned him to enter the security room:

"Come on, I made a deal with someone before, but the object of the deal was not a thing...

Now I hope to make another deal with you, a good man. "

"What's the name of the old man?"

Oaks' expression became serious, and he could see the problem of his spirit and soul when he met an old guy?

Who is this guy?

Wouldn't it be another hidden Eternals!

"You can call me Shree..."

Oaks followed the old security guard into the security room before he turned around and introduced himself:

"By the way, I was a Texas Ranger when I was young, and the handsome kind who can ride horses!"

"..."

Oaks shivered.

There is no way, to have a Druid in front of a knight...a mounted policeman is also a knight...there will always be this feeling.

The security room was just like the one observed from the outside. It wasn't big. The simple daily necessities were neatly placed inside, and a large shovel was placed in the corner.

"Ah, that's the old guy who used to work, and I can't bear to throw it away."

Mr. Shi Lei made a digging action:

"For digging graves."

"..."

Oaks covered his forehead, desperately searching for memory at this moment and finally got the old man on the number——

150 years ago, the Texas Rangers, Phantom Riders, Carter Slays - that is, the last generation of Ghost Riders, the mounts are a group of cool **** horses.

Too bad he's not a warlock.

This old gentleman is not simple, maybe he can be regarded as the first ghost knight to get rid of the control of **** monarch.

But he shouldn't be able to transform now.

However, if it was him, it would not be surprising to see that he had problems with his spirit and soul.

After all, Ghost Rider is arguably the master of soul vision.

And this one can be regarded as the oldest ghost knight in existence.

"Well...the deal looks like a good deal."

Oaks sighed, put down his hand covering his forehead and spread it out:

"If you go out and walk around, you can find special people like you. There are so many strange people in New York."

"Oh? Don't you think I lied to you?"

Shi Lei leaned on a chair, folded his arms and laughed, the folds on his face piled up:

"If I'm just joking~www.wuxiahere.com~ Wouldn't you be at a loss?"

"I have nothing to lose anyway... and an extra forest is not a bad thing for me.

Land in New York is so expensive, and trees cannot be planted casually. "

Oaks waved his hand and walked out of the security room:

"Come on then, Mr. Shi Lei, let's plan... If you're serious, this is the branch of the Rende Society. It's better to be more careful."

"...This kid is so accepting?"

Carter Srey was stunned for a while, and then laughed:

"What an interesting kid...Is the Rende Club branch? It seems to be good too."

He put on his hat, picked up the old guy in the corner and went out:

"Doing something good...seems like a better deal than being bad here."

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